Stiff Little Fingers – Suspect Device – Lyrics from the Troubles.

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Stiff Little Fingers were the best band to come out of Punk. They brought their frustration from the streets of Belfast where they were hassled by police and IRA into music. Punk was the ideal vehicle.

Their lives of being shaken down by police and army under SUS laws or threatened by paramilitary bully-boys from both persuasions, of having a religious divided community, a politically divided society and daily bomb scares, threats and shootings was fully explored in the theatre of Punk.

I saw Jake Burns and the band a few weeks ago. My ears are still buzzing and they were every bit as powerful.

This song sums up the violence of the times where ordinary people were caught up in religious and political mayhem. You can’t trust any political or religious fanatics. They have their own agendas.

Suspect Device

Inflammable material is planted in my head
It’s a suspect device that’s left 2000 dead
Their solutions are our problems
They put up the wall
On each side time and prime us
And make sure we get fuck all
They play their games of power
They mark and cut the pack
They deal us to the bottom
But what do they put back?

Don’t believe them
Don’t believe them
Don’t be bitten twice
You gotta suss, suss, suss, suss, suss out
Suss suspect device

They take away our freedom
In the name of liberty
Why don’t they all just clear off
Why won’t they let us be
They make us feel indebted
For saving us from hell
And then they put us through it
It’s time the bastards fell


Don’t believe them
Don’t believe them
Question everything you’re told
Just take a look around you
At the bitterness and spite
Why can’t we take over and try to put it right


We’re a suspect device if we do what we’re told
But a suspect device can score an own goal
I’m a suspect device the Army can’t defuse
You’re a suspect device they know they can’t refuse
We’re gonna blow up in their face